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26 ‡ Donation ‡ King Bach ‡ 26

Samantha = Your/Name

Type: Cute, Light-hearted.

Warnings: Short af.

Features: King Bach (Andrew B. Bachelor).

Set: An orphanage/Charity.

Extra Notes: Y/O-C = Your Orphanage-Charity

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I smiled to passing people as i strolled down the street. Clutching my hands together, I see my workplace, Y/O-C. I've worked there ever since i was old enough to get a job. Someone i knew suffered in an (Orphanage/Charity), so i wanted to help the remaining, who didn't have the treatment they did. Opening the door and stepping in, I see multiple people of all ages, running, walking, or dawdling to different spots. I punch in at the front desk, and take my place as the main receptionist. My job is to accept donations and to organise meetings for certain occasions.

Sighing, i started to doodle in the little notebook i kept in my backpack. While in the middle of shading the cute panda, i hear the door open. Glancing up, I see a 5'8, built man. Sitting up straight, i smile and look at him. "Hello sir, welcome to Y/O-C, what can i do for you today?" He smiles back at me and places his hands on the counter comfortably. "I'd like to make a donation." Nodding, I sit back down, raising it slightly, and then start typing away at the computer. (Kind of like i'm doing now, at 03:12, while listening to Got7, what a life huh?)

"Alright, what name will that be under?" He aimlessly taps a beat onto the counter as he answers me. "Andrew Bachelor." I chuckle and raise an eyebrow. He laughs and nods. "I know, it's weird." After typing the name, i lick my lips and glance back up at him. "How much will you be donating sir?" He stops to think for a second, but soon answers me. "$500,000." My eye's widen. "Are you sure that's the amount you want?" He nods, pulling out his wallet. I shrug and smile. "Thank you sir. That's very generous of you. I'm sure we will be able to benefit everyone here with that."

He nods and smiles back at me. Passing me the wallet, he asks me an unexpected question. "Why ask if that's the amount i want?" My smile slowly fades as I am reminded of the other people who have come to donate. "Well, usually, people who come here, would say they would do such a nice amount, and then soon after reduce it to something like $2. I understand every little helps, but it hurts my heart that they change their minds. You'd spent time coming here, and you couldn't even determine a figure?" I sigh and shake my head, starting to enter the details.

"And i know it sounds like i'm greedy, but i'm truly not. It's just the fact that they were considering such an amount, and then they screw it up by lowering it ridiculously. $2 can only do so much as to buy a chocolate bar. Your $500,000 could help us build every person here, a house! That's the difference that makes my heart swell. People like you are the people who truly make me happy." I smile at the last part before looking back up at him. He's grinning ear to ear.

Cocking my head to the side confused, i look behind me, to see no one but the nurses tending everyone. Slowly looking back, i see he is looking into my eyes. "Have i got something on my face?" He chuckles, but shakes his head. I reach out to hand him back his wallet, and he takes it. I then put out my hand to shake his, but he clutches my hand and kisses the top of it. This causes me to blush and retract my hand. "Thank you sir." He nods and smiles, walking out. And that was the day that started our common meet up's around the Y/O-C's park.